Dear Cait,
(Hope you don't mind the familiarity--let me know if you do.) Thank you. When I think of angels from now on, you will spring to mind, vibrator in hand, and overflowing heart. You have found an eternal friend in me, dear girl.
I have the ticket in my wallet, and the bus pulls out tomorrow morning at 10 A.M. CST. Should be there by 1 P.M. or so. Of course I am filled with fear and foreboding, but I simply *have* to get out of here. One more night in the guts of the rusted whale. Just one more.
Where do I go from here? I ask myself. Not geographically, but creatively. I have come to such a point in my life where all within me cries out for meaning, purpose. And poetry...who woulda thunk it?
You have been such a supportive force in my recent life. Thank you. For the past 30 years I have written but a handful of poems (prior to the Cafe), utterly unable to believe in myself or any talent I might have. Thanks to you (and Loveisarose and Sierra) I begin to...almost believe.
I will write soon. Thank you, dear friend, over and above the call of duty friend. Shan't be forgotten.
Ummm....one more favor? Where could I go to find a picture of you? Anywhere online?
Be kewl, Precious Poet.
Much aloha,
Dickens
